Fifty and counting...

Why is it that I only get the idea to write something as I am falling asleep?

I was lying in bed last night and thinking about the new and wonderful changes in my life that this year has brought. Since the dawn of 2011 I have moved out of my mother's house, made wonderful new friends as well as strengthening some friendships that already existed; I have started a new job, and of course I have tackled some food-firsts like my own chicken and beef stock, croissants from scratch, and my own relatively decent bread.

Of course, for some reason, I have had no desire to write anything down. This is most likely due to the fact that I have been telling my recent successes to just about anyone who might mistakedly lend me their ear. However, there are plenty of things that I like to write down and record for...well...who knows for whom I record them, but the fact remains that I started this blog as an effort to keep track of my progress through my many endeavours of food and healthcare.

So let's take it back a bit. On New Years Day I made a little trip to the home of my friends Brian and Natalie. Brian had done me a huge favor for Halloween and carved a beautiful wooden staff as part of my wizard's costume. The staff is truly excellent and I have used it as a walking stick practically every time I leave the house to walk. In payment of this token of wood-carving skill, I agreed to bake him a cheesecake, which I promptly did. However, Brian had a party shortly thereafter and the cake got eaten up. I returned on New Years Day with my mobile kitchen and baked another one. When Natalie started eating her peice of cake she made the coment that I could move in at any time. At first I thought she was joking, but when she showed me the empty spare bedroom I was hooked on the idea. Within five days I'd moved my most important furnishings and cookware in.

Since that time, I happened across an ad on Craigslist for a Medical Assistant with Laboratory experience. I didn't think much of it but a few weeks and three dollars an hour more later, I was living in Ayer and working for a private practice in Wellesley. The change from corporate physician services to a private solo provider office has been quite an adjustment but the every day stresses and feeling of constantly watched and scrutinized feel so far away. I miss my co-workers, for the most part, but the new environment has a lot to offer. Urology is a unique branch of specialized medicine, but now I am helping to save the world, one penis at a time!